You are a spark
i am butane...
I'm picturing this yellow post-it note,
that grasps the stem of the rose...
With that final imbrace and lingering kiss,
While staring into your eyes engulfing abyss...
Love...the word doesn't mean much anymore,
because a Friend will say "i love you"...
You always seem to know
Exactly what to say...
Sitting there your hand with mine,
Sitting there, lost track of time...
Love is a thing you can't explain
love is a moment of truth and pain...
You helped me open my eyes
See open and wide...
Can you see what I'm saying,
In the words that I speak...
Hold my hand
don\'t break my heart...
I don't know what to say
To make you look my way...
Moments held in awe...
Permitting a smile, admitting a tear...